[That's a lunch truck, bro. Freddy trots up to still next to Stephen but a half pace ahead of him. He's an urban wolf he knows what these battle tanks can do. Proceed with caution even though that smell is practically beckoning them to come in. One of the doors is open but it's all dark inside. Something's amiss, he can't put his nose on it, like garbage left to rot in the rain but the street is bone dry. There's something in that truck.]
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